Word: forelocks
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...with F.D.R. The President's freewheeling economic policy offended Acheson's New England conservatism only slightly less than his flippant condescension to subordinates. "It is not gratifying," reports Acheson, "to receive the easy greeting which milord might give a promising stable boy and pull one's forelock in return." Pleading a desire for objectivity, he ends the memoir before his controversial years as President Truman's Secretary of State. From his earlier recollections he omits everything he considers "too unpleasant" or "too personal" to set down. In other words, all the interesting parts...
...frowned on the custom in any form, tried to discourage il baciamano. He might as well have tried to suppress spaghetti. The Nazis also deplored the Handkuss- good Germans were meant to give the Hitler salute instead-but der Führer himself was often photographed with his forelock fanning some actress...
...Liberal Club while he was a member. She recalled that "he would scurry along The Broad to committee meetings, gown ballooning in the wind, usually with an armful of books, a cheery little chap with a round, cherubic face like a pink scrubbed cherry stone and a little forelock of short-cropped hair curling briefly onto his forehead...
...average of $30,745 for every mile he has raced. He was 1960's Horse of the Year, seems certain to become the third horse to win that honor two years in a row (the others: Whirlaway, Challedon). This week, with a lucky yellow ribbon wound into his forelock and Old Master Eddie Arcaro in his saddle, Kelso will parade to the post for the most important race of his brief career: the Washington International, 1½ miles over the turf at Maryland's Laurel Race Course. The stakes are a $70,000 winner's purse...
...Cambridge merchants' belated and dissembling tug-of-the-forelock to the venerable Kringle will neither amuse nor bemuse. For, quite plainly, their hasty stringing of garish lights across the city's principal intersection is but a clumsy provincial imitation of those enlightened mertopoleis where Christmas is a real festival. Here, five days after the event, the meagre decorations will be thrown upon a heap of slag...